Avery had no idea the last time she was that relaxed, from the gentle night breeze with the faint scent travelling in the air to the fresh, heartwarming scenery laid out in front of them.
It felt different and new; it was hard to explain.
When Ian mentioned a date, she was sure it wouldn’t be any different from any she’d had in the past: a gentle melody, a rowdy city street, a classy restaurant and a high-class meal.
But none of them had her heart racing erratically in her chest like Ian’s special arrangement.
She wasn’t even drinking wine but she felt drunk and Ian must have felt her desire since he soon closed their distance as they sat closely under the gentle moon and the flickering candlelight in the hurricane glass candleholder.
Something about the atmosphere made it feel just
